My husband’s friend Dan lost his wife about a year ago to a long battle with cancer. She tried everything to fight it for years, but in the end, she just couldn’t beat it. She was only 39 years old, a beautiful soul, and as good a wife as anyone could have. This left Dan as a 42-year-old single dad.
To describe Dan, he is roughly 6 ft tall and slightly overweight. He has a great smile, and no matter how hard things got, he could continue to smile. Every time we spent time with him, he was a blast to be around.
My name is Jenn. I am a 46-year-old female with 34-DD breasts, who weighs 135 lbs. My husband and I have been in a monogamish type of relationship for the last 7 years. During that time, I have had a different mindset than the first 8 years of my marriage. It has allowed me to explore my fantasies and share them with my husband.
About a year after Dan had lost his wife, he tried to fill the void that was left by her. He started dating different women and trying to find someone that could at least meet some needs he had. There was no shortage of women who wanted to spend time with him, but finding one he could connect to was hard.
Another two months passed when my husband went out for drinks with Dan. They had a good time just being boys and shooting the shit, so to speak, when my husband mentioned he was lucky to have such a hot wife. Then the unexpected happened. Dan replied, “No offense, man, but you do have a really hot wife.” My husband said that it happened naturally in the conversation, and he thought nothing about it, but when he told me, it rocked my world. I didn’t know that Dan felt that way about me. I had always thought Dan was cute and an all-around good guy, but knowing that he found me attractive turned me on and had me fantasizing about being with him!
I don’t know why Dan’s words had such an effect on me, but they did. I dressed differently when I knew Dan was going to be there. I would always take time to do my makeup and hair for Dan. I wanted Dan to continue to think I was hot. My husband noticed the change too, but what husband doesn’t want a wife who is still attempting to look hot after they have been married for 15 years? I can tell you that my husband didn’t care what the reason was; he was just happy with the result!
As our last camping trip with friends approached Labor Day weekend, I couldn’t help but think about inviting Dan. I mentioned to my husband that I wanted to invite him, but my husband wouldn’t do it for me. I had to do it myself. The next time we were together, I didn’t even hesitate. I invited him, but not only did I invite him, I invited him to stay in our camper. Dan didn’t hesitate to accept either.
My husband and I went down early on Friday to get all set up. Our camper is where everyone always hangs out, so it requires a lot to set up. We love creating the party ambiance, and everyone loves hanging out in the early morning hours at our site, laughing, listening to music, and solving the world’s problems over a few adult beverages. It is the perfect way to end the summer!
I wore booty-scrunch leggings and a black, form-fitting tank for the day. My husband kept grabbing my ass and making it hard for us to get everything done, but we could get it all done. When Dan got there, he couldn’t keep his eyes off my ass, and I was loving every minute. I showed him to his bed and where he could put his stuff. As we passed each other in the camper, we couldn’t help but brush each other’s bodies, which sent a few shivers up my spine. We came back out, and my husband already had a drink poured for both of us.
The rest of Friday had everyone else coming in at different times throughout the evening. We had a wonderful dinner with a fire and some music. Everyone was having a blast just hanging out and getting their campsite set up. I kept making eye contact with both my husband and Dan throughout the night, and I flirted with both of them. About midnight, I turned in. It was a three-day weekend, and I wanted to make sure I was pacing myself. I switched to a white t-shirt and left my plaid Victoria’s Secret thong on.
The next morning, I realized I had forgotten to take the bacon and sausage out of the freezer for breakfast. Without even remembering we had a guest in our camper, a sprang up, making enough commotion to wake everyone up, and ran to the freezer to get what we needed for the day. After getting everything out, I realized I must have put on one heck of a show for Dan, as he had a direct line of sight to the freezer, and I was not quiet by any means. I began to blush and get turned on at the thought. This left me standing by the fridge, thinking about what could happen that evening. This meant Dan got to stare at my thong panties even longer, as my shirt wasn’t long enough to cover them.
By the time I got back to bed, my husband was already up and dressed. He was always the first one outside when we went camping, and today was going to be no different. I crawled back into bed and half-covered myself. As I lay there, I slipped a hand quietly into my panties and began gently rubbing my clit. I could hear Dan get up and go into the bathroom. I wanted to go in and join him, but I couldn’t get up the courage. Shortly after that, Dan left the camper as well, and I could orgasm to the fantasy/reality that I was experiencing.
I finally got up, took a shower, put on a pair of shorty shorts and a tank, and joined the group. We filled the day with typical camping activities. Yard games were played, good food was eaten, hiking trails were walked, and some even spent a little time in the lake.
Then the evening came, which is my favorite. This is where I get to cut loose. With kids at home, I don’t get to do this very often, but this weekend I do. One guy had made ribs for dinner, which were delicious, and the rest of us provided sides. Everyone was chatting and, honestly, we were all drinking pretty heavily. Conversation was getting a little risque for my typical crowd, but for my husband, it was pretty much par for the course. Then, around 9:00 p.m., my husband brought out the shot glasses, tequila, some limes, and, of course, some salt. He then started encouraging body shots.
Now, we weren’t putting the shot in the belly button, but salt on the neck and limes in the mouth were certainly occurring. My husband noticed Dan hadn’t done a shot, partly because he didn’t have a woman there to do one with him. My husband called Dan over and said, “Hey, here is your tequila. Jenn will be happy to do a body shot with you”. Then my husband walked away and left us to it. I exposed my neck to Dan, who didn’t just lick my neck, but he took his time and licked it so sensually that I put my arm around him just to hold myself up. He then poured a little salt on my neck and helped stick the lime in my mouth. When he went back for the salt, he took his time again, this time putting his arm around me and his hand firmly planted on my ass as he licked. He didn’t let me go when he took his shot and when he came for the lime, he kissed me passionately, making my pussy tingle and get soaking wet. When the kiss broke, they left me in a daze, but no one seemed to notice what had just happened.
We continued to party, and I continued to flirt with both Dan and my husband. As it got later and later people began dropping from the party and going to bed. Along about midnight, I again did the same. However, this time, as is usually the case, my husband said he was staying up for a while longer. He and his best friend are usually the last ones to go to bed, which was good for me because I wanted some more alone time thinking about Dan, if you know what I mean. However, Dan followed me into the camper.
I began getting around, and I am sure Dan did, too. I had just put on my white t-shirt when Dan showed up at my door in just his boxers. In my drunken state, I walked over there, grabbed a hold of his cock, and began stroking it. I knew my husband was going to be up for a while, and there was no chance he was interrupting. Dan immediately grabbed my t-shirt, lifted it up over my head so I was now standing there in just my red thong panties. He then pulled me in for a kiss, our warm bodies touching and the intent was actually a kiss and not a shot. Our tongues were in a dance with each other like two professional dancers who knew where the other was going to be. I felt Dan’s hand slide down and grab my ass firmly, letting me know I wouldn’t be able to go anywhere, even if I wanted to. It was so primal and physical. He needed a release, and I was going to be the one to give it to him.
Dan picked me up and threw me on the bed, grabbed my panties, and ripped them down my legs, exposing my perfectly trimmed pussy. He then climbed on top of me and began passionately kissing me. He pulled his cock out of his boxers and began teasing my soaking wet pussy with it. I wrapped my legs around his back, trying to pull him into my pussy. I desperately wanted him inside me, and he knew it. He continued to tease me for what seemed like forever.
He then grabbed my neck and choked me as he entered. The burst of sensation you always get when someone other than your spouse enters you is something everyone should experience once in life. There is such a taboo to it it leaves you with such raw emotion that I have had nowhere else. Dan began sliding in and out of me slowly at first, then picking up speed, never removing his hand from my neck. He used that hand around my neck to pull me up for another passionate kiss, then he pulled out and flipped me over. I stuck my ass up in the air, waiting for him to penetrate me from behind, and it didn’t take long.
This time, even he entered even rougher, plunging all the way in on one stroke. He then grabbed my hair and began fucking me hard from behind. The pain and the pleasure were so good together. Then he began slapping my ass with his free hand, turning it into what I am sure was many red. I would not last long with this type of pleasure and had a huge orgasm all over his cock. I was exhausted and was hoping Dan was too, but he had more in store for me.
He pulled out of me, lay down, and had me get on top of him. I began riding him cowgirl, trying to get him to a point of cumming, but the only one who had another orgasm building quickly was me. He began sucking on my tits as I rode him. He reached around me and started putting pressure on my bum hole as well, and the sensations he was giving me sent me over the edge for a second time.
As soon as I could regain my composure, I slid off of his cock and sucked it like the slut—I wanted to be tasting my own juices on his cock. I wanted him to have a night to remember, and I knew I had to get him to cum, if that was going to be the case. As I bobbed up and down, Dan put his hand on the back of my head, controlling the tempo. He knew what he wanted, and he was going to show he was in control. Not long after that, Dan exploded in my mouth with so much cum, I couldn’t swallow it fast enough, and it began leaking out the sides of my mouth. Once he was finished and I had wiped the corners of my mouth, I kissed Dan and sent him back to his bed for the night, as I knew it was probably getting close to time for my husband to join us in the camper.
I was right. Not long after Dan had gotten back into his bed, my husband came in ready for bed. I hadn’t even put my t-shirt back on. I was in my thong panties, which were soaked from the fucking I had just taken. My husband got into bed pretty drunk and cuddled into my back. He reached around and grabbed my chin and turned my head to give him a kiss. I was hoping he wouldn’t notice anything, as I always gave him a kiss before him going to bed. He kissed me passionately. The more he kissed me, the more I wanted to fuck him, too! I rolled over, and my husband noticed all I was wearing was my thong. Since I was still wet, I rolled my husband onto his back, pulled my thong to the side, and began riding my husband’s cock into reverse cowgirl. This allowed me to make eye contact with Dan across the camper as I fucked my husband.
